It was the she-devil herself.
Lacey.
Behind her was a woman who looked very much like Xandre. It was hard to forget a face like that. The woman still looked as intimidating and cold as ever.
Her thick dark hair was wrapped up in a neat bun. Her shoulders were held high with her chin jutting out defiantly. Her icy blue eyes could melt anyone.
She narrowed her eyes, and Ellise shivered unconsciously, goose bumps invading her skin.
When she recalled everything Xandre had gone through as a result of his mother's selfish nature, she felt anger pulsing through her in unrelenting waves.
"Oh, really? My dear son is celebrating his birthday, and I wasn't invited. Can you imagine that he didn't even invite his own mother and fiancée?" the woman said, sniffling pretentiously.
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